Nngh, Mommy?!

After Lashu left, Renata Flask — the lord's wife and acting lord of the fief — let out a long, heavy sigh.

I expected the bloodline of a hero. And this is what I get? That little brat!

She felt like a fool for having hoped even for a moment. Lashu's looks were that unimpressive. And yet even she had seen it.

But that boy... when he bowed, between his legs...

Lashu himself had no idea, of course. He was a virgin of many, many years — and the instant he'd laid eyes on Renata, every curve of her body laid bare, he'd gone rock-hard. And she had noticed. She shook her head hard.

What am I thinking? I have only my lord. He was the one who pulled me from that living hell!

She whipped herself with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the thought, resolute. But two weeks had passed since the lord vanished, and the emptiness he'd left behind was vast. A woman's desire only grew sharper with age, and two weeks of an empty bed was a cruel sentence.

That boy... an adult? To think that fox-faced little thing was packing a weapon like that. What would it look like? How would it taste?

Renata licked her lips — then startled.

"Hahh... ah, down there..."

If that massive thing forced its way into her cunt — could she even endure a sensation that far beyond any standard? She wet her lips, slow and sticky, then shook her head.

Get a hold of yourself. I belong to my lord. Until the day he leaves this world!

She made the resolution firm and returned to her administrative work.

It was finally happening for me too?!

To be precise, it was the original Lashu's power, not mine. That's right, Lashu. I'll put your body and abilities to good use!

Manaless Syndrome. A negative trait he'd been born with from the start.

That's right! The important thing was an unbreakable cock.

I can obtain titles? Is this the power of the mod, too?

I couldn't help but be stunned. I was a guy who couldn't hold mana — no skills, no magic, hell, I couldn't even land a job that used the stuff. And now I was being handed passive skills that didn't need mana at all.

Especially that Quest Devotee. The name shone gold, radiating authority. This was my foothold for growth. Thank you again, mod!

"Ah... am I... crying?"

Tears, even. I wiped them away in a hurry and headed out of the estate.

A guard picked a fight with me on the way. The sentries around here were macho poseurs who figured I wasn't man enough.

"Hey, punk. Playing hero?"

"I'm about to become one, actually."

"Hah. You hero-wannabes have no manners. Just accept reality and become a guard. Though you look like you'd struggle even with that."

"Why's that?"

"How long are you gonna keep sucking your parents dry? You got a conscience?"

The kind of line you always saw from bottom-feeders on internet forums, word for word. Dealing with trash like this was simple.

"That's an awful lot of concern for somebody else's life. Go work on your own."

"The fuck did you just say, you little shit?"

I ignored him and walked on. I crossed the stone bridge and started up the mountain trail.

I'd played this ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠game a lot — not quite a hardcore veteran, but more than enough. I was confident I knew the lay of the land. I kept climbing, then stopped at a suitable spot. What used to be farmland stretched out below, now gone to waste. I cut across it quickly and arrived at Pelegor Hill.

There's a lot of forest around this hill. I need to be careful.

I picked up a fallen branch nearby. Not as heavy as the thing standing at attention between my legs, but it had a decent weight to it. I swung it a few times. Felt awkward.

Yeah, this is nothing like the game. Who the hell expected to get dropped into this body?

I shook my head and pressed on. And then—

Oh — the prologue was starting? And a hidden reward, even? Now I was excited!

I looked around. Luckily, the traces the soldiers had left behind — scraps from meals, discarded leftovers — were easy to follow. I started tracking them. Who'd have thought garbage like this would serve as a trail marker.

But gradually the path veered off the trail. More precisely, it became a game trail carved by beasts — dangerous. I stopped and hesitated, then shook my head.

The second I become a hero, there'll be a truckload of women lining up to fuck me. And besides, I'm a fast runner!

I grinned, a little filthy, and pressed on. Nobody could stop me.

As I pushed through the undergrowth, every weed and branch that snagged my arms and face felt vividly real — like meerkats grabbing at me from every direction, begging me not to go.

Having an experience like this is actually pretty nice. Beats going into the army, that's for sure.

Sacred duty of national service, my ass. And the women who laughed at that duty — why didn't they have to do a damn thing?

I snorted. I kept walking, and something caught my foot.

Clack.

A skeleton.

"Hhk!"

I barely swallowed the scream. I clapped a hand over my mouth and stepped back. Screaming out here was as good as begging to get killed. But it was the first skeleton I'd ever seen, and it shook me.

Something bad happened to the lord and his men.

They were just the Demon King's grunts. In the original scenario, he should've beaten them easily and come home. What the hell happened?

I kept going, throwing myself willingly into the dense weeds, the thickets, the deep forest. Even so, curiosity outran fear.

A temple?

Further on, a temple appeared, its walls scrawled with strange characters. The size of it was about what you'd find if you hiked up a mountain back home — a modest mountain shrine. I approached.

These look like runes? Wait, they're a little different. What is this?

I cocked my head, then realized the soldiers' traces were especially thick around here.

They must've camped nearby. It's a decent spot for it. But there's no river or water around. They wouldn't have stayed long.

I circled around to the far side of the temple. And there I found a usable sword. No weapon of my own, and now this. Perfect!

Oh, a short sword!

The moment I grabbed it, I couldn't believe my eyes.

I cocked my head. This couldn't be right. It didn't make sense.

Ah? Gla...dius? No way.

I looked around. I grabbed whatever I could get my hands on and checked.

"Fuck. Fuck!"

There was one thing I needed to know right now. This was important. Sure, if I got lucky it might not matter — but luck had never been a regular guest in my life. Accounting for that, this couldn't be happening. No. It couldn't.

Then I found a discarded scrap of letter paper nearby. Yeah — this would tell me.

Fuck. I'm screwed.

I sank to the ground, strength gone.

First, the short sword had come up ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠as a Gladius. The chainmail had displayed under some unrecognizable name — Chain-Quilt. And the decisive blow: the abandoned letter didn't use the Ysgard Calendar. It used the Goddess Calendar.

That pointed to one conclusion.

"I'm so fucked. This isn't the game world. More precisely — this is the world of the original!"

I was crushed. The basic system still seemed to be the game's — unique abilities being granted, quests appearing. That much was evidence. But I'd thought this was a world I knew. And it was a world I didn't.

I'm not going to die like this, right? If it's like this, I have no idea what's going to happen. All the hidden pieces I knew, the locations of allies...

I shook my head. I suddenly felt like a lost kid. Then I thought of Mom — the woman who always saw me off with warmth, who always encouraged me. Mom's smile. Her huge breasts. That youthful face, those sensual hips, and the cunt-canyon always kept hidden away.

Yeah. Let's hang in there. Bigger is better!

I pulled myself together and stood. I licked my lips. I couldn't die without even getting laid, right?

Ah, even if she is my real mom... I want to bury my face in her cleavage and just breathe her in.

I glanced down at the tent in my pants, already drawn taut. It was big and heavy enough that the outline looked ready to punch through the fabric.

I'm not jerking off outdoors like some degenerate. Jerking off is something you do with a dirty magazine, at least!

I searched the area again. This was the original world's setting, so I had to be careful. Except when I was getting laid.

Besides, it was too early to despair. My unique ability meant I could keep collecting titles as long as the conditions were met. Of course, questions remained.

If this is the original world, why is the mod still working? Well, good for me. Every title has an effect. I'll grab as many as I can and get strong!

I made the vow and pushed on toward the far side. The trail of traces cut off cold.

Ah. Dead end.

Kwaaah.

The sound of water bursting forth reached me faintly from nearby. At first I thought I'd misheard. I hadn't.

Oh, a river? A waterfall? That means I've come in pretty deep.

I ran carefully. I was starting to get winded when I vaulted a fallen tree — and a valley opened up before me. It looked like the kind of place you'd smash watermelons and loaf around on a summer day.

"Ohh!"

Excited, I drank. The water was so clean, so cold. I was gulping it down like a madman when something kept poking me in the side. I looked — a half-torn, expensive-looking suit of armor. The hell?

"Hm? Hhk!"

The moment I saw what was wearing it, I scrambled sideways. A skeleton. A necklace hung from its jaw, engraved with the letters GW. I knew exactly what that meant.

Holy shit! This is the lord! GW — Gailwards!

I stood up in a panic. Only then did the view around me open up. Skeletons everywhere, the lord among them. They were so clean it looked like someone had left movie props lying around.

What the hell happened? They're all dead? To a handful of Demon King grunts?

This was the state of a fief, even a backwater one? The lord had taken it worst of all — his lower half was charred black.

Clink.

I took the lord's necklace first.

I just hand this to the lord's wife, right? Rumors that the lord was dead had already been circulating, but I never thought they'd turn out to be real. The fief's going to fall into chaos.

The rumor of the lord's death had been a scheduled event, actually. A cheap tension-builder that resolved the moment the protagonist found him alive. Except the lord was dead. Gailwards Fief was about to get very messy.

And in that chaos, I eat MILFs?

My other self swelled up again, completely tone-deaf. Not like I was advertising I was a virgin or anything. Haaah.

What? The hidden reward was just Abyss Value?

The continent of Ysgard had a concept called the Abyss. The higher it climbed, the more your existence itself transformed — or the better you could comprehend alien knowledge. That was why ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠no named mage ever had a low Abyss Value.

But it came with problems. If the number climbed too high, the way people treated you would start to feel... off. Monster patterns would turn vicious. And if it went higher still? You were said to give up being human. I'd never seen what that actually looked like, so I had no idea.

A moderate amount is fine. Shouldn't be a problem, right? Anyway, time to head back.

I stepped back. No telling what else was around. If I was unlucky, a Demon King's grunt might be sitting there waiting, watching me.

Thud. Scrape.

"Wh— whoa?!"

Whatever I'd stepped on, I staggered. I threw out a hand, grabbing for anything. Luckily I caught a nearby rock. Except the rock was incredibly soft. Like a woman's breast.

I turned around. It was someone's chest.

A nude body, not a scrap of clothing on it, glowing a pale copper. A MILF, dripping wet, looking at me with an arrogant smile.